MTL - Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day

Chapter 357 There can only be one dragon clan in the world!

 At noon, the sun is high in the sky.

 In the Tuzhu Hall, bright light shines through the tall narrow windows on all sides, but the air is still freezing cold.

 The circular room is full of figures, surrounding the sand table and stone table.

Rhaegar stood on the side of the stone table, holding the stone tabletop with both hands, and glanced at everyone present with sharp eyes.

 Sea serpent Corlys, Rhaenys, Lannar, Aegon…

 Leonor, Otto, Lannino…

 This is an impromptu royal council, whose members include but are not limited to every member with the surname Targaryen and Velaryon.

From father Viserys to little Daeron squeezed next to Alison's legs, everyone must be involved.

 He wanted to tell the people present a truth.

 War! It's imminent!

Rhaegar slapped the table, his face still cold, and he went straight to the point: "My lords, silence cannot solve the problem. We should discuss how to take back the wild dragon!"

 “What do you mean?” Viserys hesitated.

 Three years ago, Rhaegar rode a glutton to burn down the cities of the Three Women's Kingdom.

 “I agree!” Dimon firmly supported.

 In a word, be courteous first and then fight.

Leonor ignored the two sides of the argument and said rationally: "Prepare for war in advance, and at the same time send people to negotiate with the Three Women's Kingdom to test the attitude of the Three Women's Kingdom."

Boss Daemon was unwilling and retorted: "This is just a warning. We should immediately send warships and dragons to attack Lys and win a quick victory."

Rhaegar glanced at him, his eyes cold and silent.

Leonor stood up, played the role of the King's Hand, and said seriously: "Your Majesty, the three women in the country are ambitious, and the capture of the wild dragon is most likely for the sinister purpose of taking it for oneself."

 Although they do not want to fulfill their ambitions, the prelude to war has already begun.

Seeing his silence, Rhaegar frowned secretly and said directly: "Father, you are the king of the Seven Kingdoms and the head of the Targaryen family. You still need to make a decision on this matter!"

 He is the regent, not the king yet.

 The letter is very clear.

Furthermore, Aemon continued: "Both Braavos and Dorne are closely connected to the Kingdom of the Three Women. If the kingdom rashly goes to war, it is likely to be resisted by the entire Free Trade City and Dorne."

Rhaegar waited for this sentence for a long time, and then said solemnly: "Father, it is okay to send people to negotiate with the Three Women Kingdom, but we must be prepared for war first and launch a war at any time."

 Colliss was dismissive and bluntly sarcastic.

"Prince, with all due respect. You will not hand over any dragon, and others will not return any dragon to you."

The wild dragons in the sea of ​​smoke have fallen into Lys. The Free Trade City is not without the remnants of the Dragon King family. Who can guarantee that there will be no accidents.

 Someone has captured an ownerless wild dragon. Regardless of whether anyone in the Three Women Kingdom can tame the wild dragon, the threat has been posed.

Use livestock to lower the vigilance of the wild dragon, and use chains and human lives to catch the wild dragon alive when it is resting.

Even Viserys, the king, sat at the end of the stone table and thought deeply.

Otto saw this scene in his eyes and defended it: "Lord Sea Serpent, your Majesty is thinking about the peace of the kingdom. We should at least negotiate with the Three Women Kingdom first and order them to return the wild dragon."

Hearing this, Viserys controlled his anger and reason prevailed, and said solemnly: "Once the war starts and all the lives are destroyed, we'd better think of a way to reconcile first."

The remaining Free Trade Cities have denounced it more than once and are very resistant to the invasion of the dragons from the Free Fortress period.

Sold to Banroba Bazane, the governor of Lys, for a high price.

 No one is a fool. If you suffer a loss once, you will not want to suffer a second time.

“Your Majesty, it will only be the Three Women’s Kingdom that will be in ruins. Peaceful coexistence is just a child’s play.”

 Looking around again, everyone else frowned and remained silent.

 “Fantasy.” Damon sneered.

Viserys secretly resented it and crumpled the letter into a ball.

Tormund smiled, looked at the king sitting aside, and said sincerely: "Your Majesty, I think it is unnecessary to negotiate with the Three Women's Kingdom, but it is necessary to write a letter to win over other Free Trade Cities, or to give a warning. ”

 Everyone is thinking about the sacrifices of war.

 If my father doesn’t make a final decision, everything is just talk.

Daemon looked him up and down and said sarcastically: "Have you ever seen any city-state take revenge on your master? We have our own allies."

 The two hit it off immediately and both have longed for war.

Colliss spoke sharply and raised his head arrogantly, saying: "Lys is hunting wild dragons and openly provoking Targaryen's majesty. War is inevitable."

Tormund interjected from the side and said calmly: "As far as I know, the Three Women's Kingdom has built no less than a hundred watchtowers equipped with scorpion crossbows in each city-state in recent years to specifically guard against dragon air attacks."

His face was ugly, and there was anger in his eyes. He was holding the letter and checking it over and over again.

 The opinions of the ministers are unanimous. As a king, he cannot be weak.

Viserys secretly gritted his teeth and said with a sullen face: "Rhaegar, what do you think we should do?"

dragon! It must not fall into the hands of outsiders!

Not to mention Yanhai Yelong was severely injured by the glutton, and he was partly responsible.

The Wild Dragon of the Sea of ​​Smoke was seriously injured and wandered on a desert island in the sea of ​​Lys. A group of mercenaries discovered this behemoth.

Rhaegar looked around and glanced at Daemon, Aegon, Aemond...

Every dragon driver present is in his eyes.

Lega's eyes were stern and he said in a deep voice: "No matter what, there can only be one dragon clan in the world!"

 …

 Two days later.

 The summer sea, the vast expanse of sea.

A huge thing as black as coal crashed through the white clouds, and the terrifying ferocious dragon head roared passionately.

On the back of the dragon, Rhaegar, dressed in black robes, sat on the saddle, his silver hair flying in the wind.

 It is approaching noon and the weather is sultry.

Rhaegar overlooked the sea below and saw a green island in the distance.

Flying along the direction of the island for a while, the jungle-covered continent appeared in front of your eyes.

 “Sothoros, we have finally arrived.”

Rhaegar’s eyes brightened slightly.

On Dragonstone, my father makes the decision and is assisted by a group of royal ministers, so there is no need for him to be in charge all the time.

The war is about to begin, and he cannot let gluttons go to the battlefield despite their hunger.

　　Specially came to this uninhabited continent to hunt the pterodactyl.

 It is worth mentioning that during this period, he used the dragon to conduct a high-altitude reconnaissance of Reese's defense force. There are a large number of patrol ships on the sea, and there are hundreds of watchtowers in the city-state, each with more than one scorpion crossbow.

The scorpion crossbows are too dense. If the dragon wants to spray dragon flames at low altitude, it must risk being shot in the eye.

If it is a young dragon such as Yang Yan and Hai Yan who have not yet reached adulthood, they will most likely be shot.

 Hair attack is not advisable, it is better to attack with dragon and fleet at the same time.

"Roar…"

Glutton roared, his figure suddenly lowered, swooping and gliding close to the dense jungle, his vertical pupils staring at a towering mountain in the distance.

Looking at it, it looks like it has already been used to traveling by car.

Rhaegar smiled and asked: "Glutton, you have been here before, right?"

 “Hiss…”

 The glutton's green vertical pupils flashed with a hint of arrogance, his flying speed increased, and he answered with practical actions.

 After a while, one man and one dragon passed through the jungle and bypassed the mountains that blocked the view.

Rhaegar observed his surroundings and sensed the emotions conveyed by the glutton.

There is no suitable prey in this area, and the sharp-billed dragon is deeper in the continent.

 Time passes gradually.

 Soon, the sun sets.

 Neither one person nor one dragon chose to walk at night.

 After flying all day during the day, you must recover your strength at night.

 Below is a primitive jungle, with streams distributed irregularly, forming a swamp surrounded by miasma.

 Gluttony can see at night, so he chose a dry forest land and sprayed out a breath of green dragon flame.

Boom—

 Large areas of forest were burned and turned into ashes under the continuous dragon flames.

Glutton landed slowly, his dark wings beating away the burning trees around him, and he crawled to the ground as usual.

It is a dragon that has traveled across several continents and has far more knowledge than most dragons and even humans.

Rhaegar slid down the dragon's back, took out dry food from the space bracelet to fill his stomach, and built a temporary tent.

 He is accustomed to the wisdom of gluttons and knows how to enjoy it.

 It is quiet in the dead of night.

Hang! Bang!

Rhaegar was sleeping soundly in his tent when a noise woke him up.

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Suddenly, a high-pitched hiss sounded, familiar yet unfamiliar.

Rhaegar suddenly became energetic and said in surprise: "Long-winged dragon!"

Getting out of the cramped tent, a few fires flashed in the jungle a mile away.

"Roar…"

The glutton was also alarmed. The dragon's head was raised high, and its green vertical pupils stared at the noisy place like two clusters of will-o'-the-wisps.

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A gray dragon shadow flashed over the jungle, screaming in pursuit of its prey.

 “Glutton, let’s go and have a look.”

Lega quickly climbed onto the dragon's back and stared at the long-winged dragon with burning eyes.

With the help of the moonlight, it can be seen that the long-winged dragon is not small, at least forty feet, larger than the ordinary spotted long-winged dragon.

 “Hiss…”

The glutton roared restlessly, the dragon's kiss opened in a ferocious arc, and it flapped its wide wings to take off.

It was very hungry, and the prey just came to its mouth.

The long-winged dragon hadn't realized that it was being targeted by the top predator. It screamed like crazy, lowered its head and threw itself on the ground, attacking with its fangs and claws.

 “Dragon Flame!”

Rhaegar had a cold gaze and spoke High Valyrian.

Boom—

 A jet of green dragon flames shot out like a pillar, hitting the long-winged dragon fluttering randomly below.

 “Creak!…”

The long-winged dragon screamed miserably, a big hole was instantly burned out of its back, and it died completely after flapping its wings twice.

The glutton swooped down and trampled on the large forest trees with both feet, eagerly biting the flesh and blood of its prey.

Rhaegar took a look at it. The body of this long-winged dragon was covered with a layer of gray scales, with green moss growing in the gaps. It was full of earthy smell.

Probably a swamp pterosaur, a species that lives in swamps.

 Under this long-winged dragon, there were several tall savages with paint on their skin.

Rhaegar looked up and saw that there were many savages fleeing in the jungle, holding torches and screaming.

 After thinking for a moment, I remembered a small piece of history from the brief family history.

 There are a certain number of aboriginal people on the continent of Sothoryos. Their body structure is as strong as wild beasts, and they like to paint white and brown patterns on their skin.

Women cannot reproduce with any male outside their own race, and all their children will be stillborn or have non-human deformities.

 During the Free Fortress period, several powerful dragon king families discovered this continent and established colonies in Basilisk Point.

 After three attempts, this undeveloped land was finally abandoned.

 The reason for the first time was that the station was destroyed by the indigenous people.

 Stab it!

The glutton's mouth was fierce, abandoning the whole burnt-through body of the long pterosaur, crushing the neck and tail with its fangs, and swallowing it into the belly with a crunching sound.

　　After eating a lot, the glutton wiggled his nose and sniffed around, his green vertical eyes focused on a swamp.

 “Hiss…”

The glutton roared low, flapped its wings and flew into the sky, heading straight for the swamp.

 Through the smell of the long-winged dragon it ate, it smelled something similar to dragon eggs.

 (End of this chapter)